DTF – Trou de boulette (English lyrics)

Intro (RKM) :
My eyes are blurry
Burn holes on my life
My eyes are blurry

1st verse (RTI) :
The routine gets a hold of us from hanging out on the dope spot
But who will be around if there’s any worries, or a problem ?
You rather run away from problems instead of getting your hands dirty
You leave your brother in deep shit, you go back home as if it was nothing
I had a window view on the train station, at night the sound of the trains used to rock me to sleep (he he he)
I wanted to get away from here, the years passed, I still haven’t left
We were little, young and young and young and dumb
One bad look, and 15 of us would beat you down
And we only used to think about making money again and again
Every night we used to chase it, the streets embraced us

Pre chorus (RTI) :
I don’t have time anymore, I must not give up, we don’t find time to love each other anymore
No choice, I’m selling my CD, I gotta be a role model, I’m the elder
Don’t try to act tough, you’re crazy, in the rap game, I just came to have a look
I don’t have a choice, I came to fuck shit up, I came to fill up my wallet

Chrous (RKM) :
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na (Na-na-na), I don’t care
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na, I don’t ca-a-a-a-a-are
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na (Na-na-na), I don’t care
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na, I don’t ca-a-a-a-a-are

2nd verse (RKM) :
Sometimes, I feel like getting some fresh air and sailing across the 7 seas
Sometimes, when things times are hard I raise the price of your kilo
Sometimes, I find myself all alone, in front of my father
Sometimes, I’m not in a mood to laugh, you fuck around, I’ll fuck you up motherfucker
Sometimes, I ask myself questions about my own self
And why do you start acting different, homie, whenever I come around ?
The projects rhymes with hypocrisy, things are shitty
When the hard times blinds in, tons of problems
Sometimes, I would love to smile but hey, no time, I gotta make a killing
Sometimes, I was forced to rob because my father wasn’t rich
(Not sometimes, but every time)
Anger, my poison, I stare at the roof for hours
The bad luck sticks to me, too often
All of my, all of my hopes drowned in a hip flask
The souvenirs are pilling up, we’re getting bored, we’re turning the page

Chrous (RKM) :
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na (Na-na-na), I don’t care
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na, I don’t ca-a-a-a-a-are
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na (Na-na-na), I don’t care
Burn holes on my life, my eyes are blurry
Na-na na-na-na, I don’t ca-a-a-a-a-are

Outro (RKM) :
I’m waking up with a hang over, I’m lighting me back up the blunt from the night before
To be honest homie, I can’t take it anymore but the smell of the money is calling me
At night, I end up on my knees, on my knee-ee-ee-ees
With tears on my cheeks, on my chee-ee-ee-eeks

DTF – Trou de boulette (English lyrics)

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